It’s gloomy. It seems like there’s no end to winter. I dont get along with my sister. I dont like my family. God, why did you have me born with this dysfunctional family? Why do we do the things we do? I hate it. I think you’re very creative but sometimes your creativity seems like a whole jumbo puzzle. Whyyy???
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
Loading ...35 years old- 300 lbs , 60lbs HEAVIER than when i had weight loss surgery… Mother, Wife, schizoaffective (similar to bi-polar but with delusions) disorder, morbidly obese, physically disabled due to a genetic disorder since i was a child, kicked out of college forever ago after 1 semester because of my mental state and a suicide attempt, and have NEVER been able to hold a job between my mental state and my physical disabilities- i’ve had 5 my whole life- each less than a month. A self cutter/burner since i was 10… I love my child, love my husband… who is on disability payments now- i lost all my state medical when he got his disability since now i don’t qualify- so no psych meds, no pain meds, no counseling… i go weeks without stepping out my front door… i break down and cry and feel like I’m having a heart attack when I’m in a car… I can’t drive because of my physical disabilities, I barely eat and what I do I throw up yet i still keep gaining weight… I had surgery- and I still just keep gaining, since loosing my medical coverage I can’t go back to the doctor to have it checked… I’m worried every day it’s eating through my stomach and is going to kill me… my child is gifted, extremely smart… and as much love as i have I’m always worried they would be better off without me, without my crazy, without my paranoia without my failures… i can barely walk, use a wheelchair most of the time (it was like this BEFORE i was obese) always sad, always hate myself… first time i tried to kill myself i was 10—> i am forever fucked up, forever a loser, forever a failure, I have no friends but my husband and daughter… without them i would be nothing, with them i am nothing… this life is too short to be a loser… i won’t be remembered, won’t be celebrated, i’ll probably die alone at some point in the years to come, still sad, no one around but cats… they will laugh as they take my old, fat body out of the house, whisper that no one cared enough to check for weeks … i hate life, the only thing that keeps me here is my small family.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5) Loading ...You make me tell you everything thats wrong, every single fucking time. Never have I gotten a secret past you, and i thought that was okay. I thought we were friends, and we could count on each other, and everything was finally going to be okay. I thought when i confided in you about cutting, about boys, about my friends, when i invited to you stay with me and my friends because YOU were upset with yours, that you could trust me. But apparently not. APPARENTLY you can tweet about being so fucking hard done by, and tell everyone else who wants to see ALL ABOUT YOUR WHOLE FUCKING LIFE AND HOW MISERABLE IT IS, but me, YOUR BEST FUCKING FRIEND, and you decide to lie to me??? You know i’m not going to believe ‘i’m fine, dont worry’ because i fucking invented that fucking excuse.
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU JUST BEING SUCH A FUCKING TWAT WHEN YOU KNOW IF YOU WOULD JUST TALK TO ME, I COULD HELP YOU. YOU COULD FEEL BETTER. RATHER THAN FUCKING ATTENTION SEEKING AND TELLING EVERYBODY ELSE WHATS WRONG EXCEPT ME.
Unless its about me. when i’ve done n o t h i n g wrong! oh my fucking god
(1 votes, average: 1.00 out of 5) Loading ...Fuckin assssssSTUPID website! Shit. Fuck fuck fuck. I’m not even suppose to work on this fucking thing. There’s already too much stress in my life and this adds to it!!!!!!! Shit. It’s just work but what the fuck! I hate it. I hate this. UUUGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5) Loading ...I haven’t cut for months. But this month, I just couldn’t take it anymore. My ex-boyfriend keeps picking fights with me, the guy I like turned out to be an asshole, this bitch keeps spreading rumors about me, one of my best friends keeps getting high and I’m scared she’s going to get arrested again, and my one of my other best friends keeps telling her parents about her and they’re in a huge fight. And my one best friend who I thought I could count on no matter what, is starting to drift away from me. So I try to forget all this, and open my nighttable to find my razor gone. FUCK. So I look in my bathroom, and they’re all gone. what the fuck am I supposed to do now
(3 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5) Loading ...
